My Heroics, part one @ Woosha Festival - Absynthe Minded

Morcheeba-The Sea

Singer, songwriter and producer <a href="https://www.facebook.com/LylaFoy"> Lyla Foy </a> is fresh from dropping her debut album Mirrors The Sky via Sub Pop. Her sound is minimalistic pop with a real air of intimacy, and this delicate cover of Tori Amos' brilliant Cornflake Girl is no different. Press play and float away.

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Premiere: Lyla Foy - Cornflake Girl (Tori Amos Cover)

Otherwise (Morcheeba)

Acoustic version of Blindfold performed by Morcheeba @ La Boule Noire, Paris, in 1998.

Morcheeba - Blindfold (Live)

Funny ...(.Funny )...Funny .....Funny thing about that
I bought a smart fridge; it judges with tears
When I grab cheese, it shows my work out fears
My therapist said to build a fence —
Around my feelings, so I charge them rent.
Tried yoga, trapped in downward dog,
Now barking at problems like a lost cause
I’m not broken, just creatively cracked.
I’m the kind of mess you can’t subtract.
If life’s a circus, I’m the snack stand.
Selling popcorn with one shaky hand.
Funny thing about that —
I Google symptoms, funeral plans start sprouting.
Funny thing about that —
99 problems, ..98.. borne of my doubting.
[hook riff]
Fun thing about that —
Life’s a joke, I laugh late, but who's counting
Funny ....Funny ...Funny .....Funny thing about that
I dated an astrologer, you see,
She ditched me when Mercury spun crazily.
Told my mom, "I’m emotionally quite mature,"
She laughed, and grounded me, as her cure
Ex claimed I was "mysterious," a sign —
I forgot her birthday three years, just like mine.
I’m not toxic, just a little fermented.
My charm’s expired but still well-vented.
If love’s a game, I lost the dice.
and run from fate like folks run from Ice
Funny  thing about that —
I collect red flags like carnival bribes.
Funny thing about that —
My love language? Silence with maybe soon bribes.
Fun thing about that —
Ghosted myself, no joy for a man who just hides
Funny ....Funny ...Funny .....Funny thing about that
Turned 40, my body threw a bash,
Inviting pain, regret,  more then a dash
being left out tucks me in tight,
Sleeping like I’m not even here, night after night.
Asked the doc am I'm well am I  right,
“Define well” , then he walk away..out of  my sight
Tried journaling, but my pen retired,
Asked the universe, but she said she was a lier
Downloaded mindfulness,  but its advice betrayed,
Told me “breathe,”  maybe get laid
Funny thing about that —
I Google symptoms, funeral plans start sprouting.
Funny thing about that —
99 problems, ..98.. borne of my doubting.
Funny thing about that —
Life’s a joke, I laugh late, but who's counting
Funny ....Funny ...Funny .....Funny thing about that
Here’s to the mess, the weird, and all that’s fun.
Bad decisions make the best stories — second to none.
Funnny thing about that…
may not chage a thing
Except  the frig judgmental tone  and this song I sing

Funny ....Funny ...Funny .....Funny thing about that...


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Funny Thing Rusty Marshall Band


Mrs. Patterson wears pearls to church on Sunday morning
Prays for the poor while her maid scrubs the floor
Her husband's got a mistress in an apartment cross town
But they smile for the camera at the charity ball

The mayor speaks of justice, law and order for all
While his brother runs numbers out the back of his store
They'll lock up some kid for stealing some bread
But the banker who ruined fifty families got a handshake instead

They teach their daughters purity
While their sons learn to take
They preach about morality
But it’s all phoney and fake

Clean hands, dirty hearts
Playing their parts
Behind the white picket fence
The rot and the lies make perfect sense
In polite society

The preacher damns the sinners from his pulpit every week
Got a taste for Vegas girls that nobody will speak
The women's club prays for fallen girls with such concern
Then vote against the shelter where those same girls might turn

They sent my cousin off to war, said it was his duty
Came back in a box with a neatly folded flag
His parents got a medal and a letter signed by someone
Who's never seen a battlefield or held a dying man

They teach their daughters purity
While their sons learn to take
They preach about morality
But it’s all phoney and fake

Clean hands, dirty hearts
Playing their parts
Behind the white picket fence
The rot and the lies make perfect sense
In polite society

Better keep your hands clean…
In polite society 


Polite Society

World Is On Fire

Rework de Glory Box du blues-man anglais John Martyn ! 

Rework of Glory Box from the english blues-man John Martyn!

If any copyright is infringed please send a private message and i will take this song down. I do not intend to violate anybody's rights.

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